Blessed Neck Tattoo Novels & Stories

" Devon was still in disbelief, his eyes as wide as they could be. The fact that Bienley had gone and gotten himself a tattoo was mind-blowing enough, but it was no ordinary tattoo. There, on Bienley's back, was a masterpiece. Their names, "Bienley" and "Devon", were intricately etched, as if they were part of a beautiful, ethereal story. And woven around them was a delicate string of feathers, each one seemingly fluttering in a gentle breeze, as if carrying their love on its wings.

This was way too awkward position and it was embarrassing me to the hell even when no one was around. What if someone gets inside and misunderstands us? I really needed to get out from his unwanted embrace. I wriggled out as much as I could. Oh! C'mon he must be at least 80 kgs. I am barely 55. This man would crush me to death even without bullets and knives. When I was doing that my eyes fell on his tattoo on his neck. I slowed down the pace and focused on his tattoo on his neck. “G…A…B…R…I…E…A…L…L…A,” It was written this.

Soon after, he averted his eyes from me and I breathed heavenly. My eyes caught the dark tattoo on his neck behind as I frown admiring the smooth artwork.The head of the dragon was crafted over his white skin so smoothly that it appeared out like a part of his skin not seemed like an artificial once.But one thought that I was assured about that he was indeed damn handsome and deserved to be call the national husband.

I grip Izzy’s hands as the sensation increases and witness the intense purple around her body fade into the same white around mine. I suddenly feel a slight burning on my neck at the junction of my shoulder, but I can feel the burn moving. It reminds me of that tattoo I secretly got when I was sixteen. At the same time I feel this burn on my neck, I can see an image appearing on Izzy’s neck. Lines are being drawn on her skin as her marking sigil slowly appears until it takes the form of what kind of looks like half a love heart with an S going through it and two dots in the centre. I wonder what the one on my neck looks like.

Alexis sighed in relief. Alexis looked at Zylo then creased her forehead when she something on Zylo's neck. She stared at it seriously. "W-wait! What the fuck are you doing?!" Zylo exclaimed. "When did you put this tatoo in your neck?" Alexis asked. Zylo creased his forehead then held his neck. Alexis grabbed her mirror from her bag then showed the tattoo. Zylo's eyes widen when he saw the tattoo from his neck. It looks like a black circle with a small white circle in the middle.

Gray groans against my neck and let his thumb rub circles on my already hard nipple. I forget the fact that there might be people around the house. But this feels too good to stop. I leave a trail of kisses down his neck as he continues to twist my nipple. I moan against his neck and kiss the line of tattoos on his neck. I pause when I see something familiar close to his shoulder bone. My name. He tattooed ny name on his neck. When did he get this? This doesn't look new. Gray pulls his face back to look at me.

A few more hours passed and finally, he was done, letting me relax my sore neck muscles from sitting straight for a long time. "It's done" my hand went to rub my front neck slightly before I let my hand fall on my collarbone. Neck a little tense from the bowing position. He holds a mirror in front of me and I turn my body to the side, looking at the new tattoo on my skin and I smile in contentment. "So pretty" I gape at the tattoo with admiration before my eyes gaze up to look at Vincenzo only to find him looking- okay no, staring hard at it, and if stare could kill, my skin would be burned by his stare.

We had plenty of time to get ready for school. I turned and placed both hands, crossing them on top of his chest. His arm was above his head, tucked behind his head, giving me a perfect view of the inside of his tattoo. It was an engraving that said 'She's the beauty that calms the beast in me.' I smiled, running my hands through the wrinkled sheer that covered his fresh tattoo. I wanted to look at the rest and I slowly ran my hand over his arm. Running my fingers in a feather like motion across his arm, making him grunt in return.

Mea Dea, my goddess in Latin, despite wanting to spit at him to address me properly, my heart races. “You can call me Queen Aylin,” I force out in a hiss, although his smirk tells me I don’t sound convincing. I break eye contact with him to look him over. He is truly carved to perfection. He’s wearing a tank top, which shows the entire tattoo on his neck. It’s a black and white piece of a phoenix, midflight with its mouth open in a scream, surrounded by fire. The wings extend onto the front and back of his neck in brilliant detail and the fire down to his collarbone. He also has several different pieces down both arms, none of which I bother to look at since I’ve been looking at him for far

Oh, God I need to stop. I take steady breaths to try to hide my crazy thoughts. I lean a little to the right in the seat and settle back, turned slightly so I can see him without it appearing so obvious. He has three tattooed crosses on the side of his throat and a full arm sleeve of beautiful artwork. Nick never mentioned Rack being an overly religious man but the crosses say differently. Again, he's as close to perfect as I can picture a man. I can't help wondering if there are more tats where I can't see. My body heats and I'm uncomfortably warm. I take my last bite of apple and chew slowly.